It's been a tough week. What I'm more afraid of, today, is that this feels like coming home. Like the past few months were just a break from the hollowness and I'm right back where I belong. I'm scared to tell people how I feel, I don't want to scare them. I'm disappointed, mostly for the fact that what I thought I had overcome, this extreme reliance on my friendships to make me happy and my masochistic devotion to a guy who only knows how to hurt me, are once again threatening to tear me down. I understand only time can heal wounds, but they feel like infinite voids, and time takes too long.